I want to reach out and touch you and never stop reaching until my fingers have sunk as deep as they can go into your generous flesh; until my fists mould handfuls of you and you overflow my palms; until I have gathered up as much of you as I can into my arms and I...
I was 17 and working a Saturday job in between studying for my A Levels and making new friends at the small-town Technical College I’d just transferred to. Before that, I’d spent a year at a city centre Sixth Form College. I was missing my friends and my old,...
She made eye contact with me the moment I entered the pub. It wasn’t fate; it was design. Her text messages had been specific and compelling. I arrived at precisely 10pm, she gestured to a seat at the bar and I waited there while she served her customer. Then I...
One of my long-held ambitions has been to create a space where we can have open, heartfelt, and honest conversations about desire, intimacy, and how we each experience and express our unique sexual selves. I wanted to make space for curiosity-piquing questions and...
I have no idea what phase the moon is in at the moment. Recently the nights have been heavily clouded and rain has run its tears down my window pane. I’ve not seen her for days. Is she waxing? Waning? Half? Full? She makes me howl. She makes me weep. She casts her...
